Attached to someone? I was about to reply, when he suddenly continued speaking. "You were pretty bothered that I was dating her, if I remember correctly. Why's that?"
My tone turned hard. "Bothered? Was I not the one who forced you to go for her, because I thought you liked her? Rose was perfect for you, and you pushed her away. If anything, I was bothered because of you, that you would hurt her, which you did."
Every single conversation we ever had would turn sour. I didn't care what Jean would say next, because it would only escalate to a fight, like always. I chose the wrong memory to talk about.
I feel my heartbeat raise as frustration kicked in. Is Anubis trying to tick me off or something? Does he want me to start yelling? I take a deep, slow breath and turn my body to the window I was facing, giving Anubis the cold shoulder.
"Whatever." I muttered, hoping that would end the conversation.
"Now you know not to shove me into people hoping I'll sleep with them." I could feel the tension in the air rising, realizing I shouldn't have said that last part, but I had to say something.
My hand was in a fist, and I prayed that this car ride was almost over. I didn't respond to Jean, not wanting to pour anymore gasoline onto the fire.
After about an hour or so of silence, we pulled up to a run-down apartment building. I looked at the driver, who hadn't said a word the entire time, and she returned a glance through the rearview mirror.
As we got out, she finally spoke, "You two are quite a pair. I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Amelia, and I will be assisting you through the mission. Small pointers, get into the habit of speaking in an accent and refrain from fighting, especially in front of strangers. I could have been any silly driver." She had a thick accent, topped with a stern tone. I finally took her appearance in. Amelia looked older than us for sure, graying hairs and a wrinkled face, but she had a fierce look in her expression. I concluded she could kill us if she wanted to. Her skin was rather pale, and she had a mole on the right of her lips.
She took some of our bags and led the way into the building. "I'm in the room 205 in building C, if you need anything. Do not call me unless you are positive your phones are not hacked. If I don't pick up, assume my phone is bugged. We will talk more tonight, at dinner." With that, Amelia walked off.
I pushed open the door, groaning at the sight of one king-sized bed. "Alright, who's sleeping on the couch?"
I exchange glances with Anubis as she spoke, trying to absorb her accent and copy it in my mind. We entered our part of the apartment and look at the king sized bed.
"Alright, who's sleeping on the couch?"
Without hesitation, I shove the bags I'm holding into Anubis' arms.
"You are."
I walk over to the night stand and open the drawers, seeing that there was a Bible and a note pad with a pen in the drawer. Damn, nothing of interest.
I pull a knife out of my shoe and place it next to the lamp that sat next to the bed, then sat down on the stiff mattress, sighing heavily.
I stumbled back, looking at the bags that were shoved into my hands. In an rough accent, I yelled, "Oh hell no. That bed is mine." I chucked Jean's bags carelessly onto the couch. As Jean sat down, I rocketed my body onto the bed, covering most of it. "Sorry, GG, I'm not sleeping on the couch." Maybe if I piss on the bed and mark my territory, he'll leave.
I quickly grabbed Jean's knife as reinforcement for any incoming attacks.
"You twat, you don't deserve this luxury!" I yell, grabbing Anubis by the shirt and throw him off the bed.
"Fine, you get the floor." I say, walking over to the suitcases and opening them, unpacking my clothes and loading them into the dresser, then unpacking my guns and loading them into the closet.
"It doesn't matter, I won't be sleeping much anyway, so you pick what you want." I finally mutter, wondering if that eased the tension between us. I sigh, wishing I wouldn't be so irritable and that I'd stop picking fights with him all the time, and wondering if there's a way I could change that. I know I'd have to force myself to be nice to him in front of people, but is that the same thing?
Jean pushed me off the bed before I had time to react. No, I did have time to react, but I didn't have the heart to slice him with his knife. I pulled myself up, recovering from the impact of the floor. I gently placed the weapon back to its original spot.
"If we just put a fuck ton of pillows and blankets in the middle, we can both have the bed," I suggested. I figured we would be in this room for awhile, so might as well both be somewhat comfortable. Plus, we used to have sleepovers as kids all the time. I sighed, a tinge of remorse and nostalgia in my chest as I unpacked my items accordingly.
I checked the bathroom to see it was way cleaner and fancier than the room itself. A glass shower and a separate tub sat across the shiny marble sink. I placed all my shower items inside the small rack besides the shower head, then headed back into the room.
Anubis left to unpack into the bathroom, giving me enough time to change into a sweatshirt, tired of the white button up and black coat. Although the day was just beginning, I wanted to go sightseeing to get comfortable with the city around us, as well as a feel for the people in it. Maybe it could help us to blend in more, and hopefully teach us minute details that we could use in the future. This was all based on speculation, so I don't know for sure, but I could only hope. I turn to Anubis as he walks in.
"Hey, what do you say we take today to just get a feel for the place? Try the foods, talk to the people, make some 'friends', ya know?"
I rubbed my eyes and shrugged off the FBI outfit. "I'm down. I'm really fucking hungry." I put on a black t-shirt and a yellow button up, folding the sleeves to the elbow. A sudden pounding sound filled the entire room. I strolled to the window and opened the blinds to gray clouds and rain. "Don't tell me neither of us have umbrellas."
Jean looked at me, the silence indicating he had none. "Guess we're taking a taxi."
After a half an hour of waiting for the taxi, we drove to a random place called 'The Breakfast Club.' Inside, there were checkerboard floors and neon lights and waiters dressing in aprons. "This place is disgusting. I feel like I'm in a princess movie or something." I muttered to Jean.
"Fuck off, it has good reviews on Yelp." I snap, remembering the 4 stars and 5 stars it was given online. A waitress walks up to us with a short ginger bob and bright hazel eyes.
"Ah, table for two, love." I say, realizing I emphasized the British accent a bit much, but hoped she thought nothing of it. She led us to a table in the corner and asked what kind of drink we'd like. Instead of looking at the menu, I look at the waitress, who's name tag read, Candice.
"What tea do you recommend?"
Her eyes lighten up in thought as she begins listing a few teas.
"There's Earl Grey tea, and Darjeeling Tea, and Breakfast tea, but my favorite is probably the Green Tea."
I nod and smile at her.
"I'll take the Green Tea, then." I turn my head to Anubis, as Candice awaited for his request.
Michelle's POV
She looked down at her journal, rereading what she had just written. There was no doubt in her mind that the boys would complete their task to their fullest ability. Michelle picked up her phone and came across the contact 'Amelia,' and pressed call.
"How was their flight?"
Amelia answered, "I didn't ask. They were quite tense in the car ride home, though."
She shook her head, not surprised. "It's funny, how these professional hit men still haven't learned. They just jump right in, not even thinking about the doubts and the consequences. They think, oh, it pays, I guess I'll do it. Nothing will happen to me."
"They became hit men for a reason. They're running from something. You of all people would understand, Michelle."
"I do, which is why I believe they are stupid. They don't know what's coming for them. Keep them alive, amy (the most wonderful woman in the world)." She sighed, hanging up. Michelle shut the journal and climbed out of the attic, putting on her business face once again.
Anubis
"Just water, thank you," I said in an automatic accent. It was always strange to see Jean being polite. I was so used to his cold demeanor, I had forgotten about what he was like outside of murder jobs.
"Coming right up!" the waitress cheered, leaving us with our menus. I skimmed through, wondering what I should eat. I decided on just a fruit bowl. Sudden exhaustion hit me, making me lose my appetite.
The waitress came back with two glasses and set them on the table. She clicked her pen and pulled a notebook out of her apron, ready to write down our orders. She looked at us, eyes flickering back and forth. "What'll it be, dear?" I pointed to my choice and waited for Jean to pick his.
"Hmm," I say, pretending to come up with a decision.
"I'll take the Tinga Chicken Frittata, with extra hot sauce please." Candice smiles and nods at us, jotting things down on her notebook.
"Alright! Your orders will be out soon!" She said in a cheery voice as she turned to walk away, my eyes following her with a smirk.
"Now I remember somebody had a thing for gingers." Anubis uttered, lengthening the last word in a sort of mocking tune. I turn my head to him with an opposite expression; frowning with murder in my eyes.
"Shut up." I murmur, holding back a chuckle.
"We should probably figure out where we're going next."
"Now I remember somebody had a thing for gingers." I teased, noticing Jean checking out the waitress.
He rolled his eyes. "Shut up. We should probably figure out where we're going next."
I tapped the table as I thought of any landmarks or tourist attractions. "I don't think there's many interesting things to do in London. How about Brighton Pier? It's an hour away, but we have plenty of time."
Jean took a sip of his tea. "Sounds good."
"So, you gonna get her number?" I asked, nodding my head towards the girl. Before he could answer, she came with our plates of food. I eyed Jean's food and regretted getting something so simple. However, when the waitress placed the açai bowl down, I no longer cared. I wondered why it was just 'fruit bowl' on the menu. I was too busy admiring the bowl, that I almost missed the girl wink. Who she was looking at, I wasn't sure. Maybe Jean had a chance. "Thank you!" we said out of courtesy.
"So, you gonna get her number?" Anubis remarked, gesturing his head towards Candice, who was approaching with our food. I looked up to thank Candice as she turned to Anubis, winking. I hold back a laugh as I realize he hardly noticed, suddenly remembering to thank her. As she left, I smirk at Anubis.
"Why, do you want me to get her number for you?" I mutter, raising an eyebrow as I start to eat my omelette, noticing Anubis' bowl of fruit.
I squinted my eyes. "Wh- oh." So she winked at me. Why? I shook my head, popping a blueberry into my mouth. "I have no interest in women. Love is overrated."
Jean shrugged. "But the sex is great."
"If I wanted sex I'd call a prostitute. If you're going to have one night stands, don't you fucking dare bring them to our apartment when I'm home. I will stab you and the girl." I scooped another spoon of the yogurt, catching a strawberry with it. wow pretend i described the taste real good here.
I shrugged at Anubis' comment.
"But the sex is great." I muttered, provoking Anubis even further.
"If I wanted sex I'd call a prostitute. If you're going to have one night stands, don't you fucking dare bring them to our apartment when I'm home. I will stab you and the girl."
Rolling my eyes, I watch Anubis take another bite from his fruit bowl.
"You sure you don't want some of this omelette? It's pretty good." I'd already finished half of it by now, but I knew what Anubis was eating wasn't going to help him until lunch, especially on the one hour car drive ahead of us. The guy can be pretty hungry at inconvenient times and I really didn't want to stop the car to feed him.
I cocked my head. Is Jean worried for me? "No, I'm fine. Plus, it'll taste weird because I'm eating sweet shit. If it makes you feel better, I'll get something to go." I called the waitress over, who was already smiling at me.
"What do you need, babes?"
"Can I get-" I tried to recall the menu. "A sandwich to go?"
"Of course, what kind? We have-"
I waved her off, purposefully trying to be cold. "Surprise me." She hesitated for a bit, but eventually stepped away to put in my order.
I glared at Jean. "Better?"
I rolled my eyes at Anubis' forced neglect to be polite to the waitress. He turns back to me with a cold glare.
"Better?"
"You could have just said no when she asked for your number. Though I would have taken her number."
I sigh heavily and finish my omelette as she returns with a box, holding a sandwich.
"This is the Cuban, it's got shaved ham, green chili pork, pickled red onion, swiss cheese over hard egg, pickles & Dijon mustard on grilled sourdough bread. It's my personal favorite, actually."
I raise an eyebrow to Anubis to his reaction.
I inhaled sharply, eye slightly twitching. I didn't bother listening to her list of ingredients. "Sounds yummy, thanks," I said, gritting my teeth, fake smiling. I glanced over the box and raised my eyebrow at the number written on it and a small 'call me'. Did she just, ignore me when I declined? She lingered, as if waiting for some kind of reaction from me. When I was silent, she proceeded to hand us the check. Tch, women. Shoot your shot, even if he shows no signs of even slight attraction. Their logic was utterly stupid.
Jean pulled out cash and paid for the meal. "Keep the change."
"Thank you, come again," The waitress replied, less cheerful than before. I rolled my eyes and began to sit up. The rain was letting up; hopefully the storm didn't move to Brighton.
As we leave the diner, I scoff at Anubis once more. I started thinking about how Anubis didn't disregard politeness until after I mentioned something about the waitress. As if he was trying too hard to show me that he doesn't care.
"Something tells me you forced more disinterest once you noticed she had a thing for you."
I ponder aloud, nudging him with my elbow.
"Why's that?" I add with a smirk as I signal a taxi, getting into it and telling the taxi to bring us to Brighton.
"Why's that?" Jean questioned me, as always.
"Simple. She was doing her job as a waitress at first. The second she switched her demeanor to flirty, I had to be cold. Didn't want to get her hopes up." I squinted my eyes at Jean. "Are you just jealous she found me more attractive than your ugly ass?"
I didn't have a clue why Jean cared so much about me brushing off a girl. He knew I never had a thing for them, and that my only relationship was dull and distant. I wondered if Jean was beginning to tolerate me. Is it possible we could be friends again? myaybe even ga y lovers lmao im hungry bye
"Simple." Anubis started, flashing me a smirk. Just from that look I knew he had more to say than what he was going to say.
"She was doing her job as a waitress at first. The second she switched her demeanor to flirty, I had to be cold. Didn't want to get her hopes up." I shrug silently as he squints his eyes at me, that smirk growing.
"Are you just jealous she found me more attractive than your ugly ass?"
i died from the roast. jean is over and ded. sory i meAN I scoffed at his comment, rolling my eyes and elbowing him in the side.
"Whatever, if anything I'm glad you rejected her so she wouldn't be stuck with someone so damn annoying."
"Whatever, if anything I'm glad you rejected her so she wouldn't be stuck with someone so damn annoying." Jean retorted, poking my side. The taxi driver eyed us, rolling his eyes at our bickering.
I ran my tongue over my teeth, the corners of my mouth twitching into a smile. "Oh yeah? What if I call her right now? How much do you want to bet she'll still play along? Maybe even ask me on a date?" I pulled out my phone, dialing in the girl's number, but hesitating to press call. Shit! I never checked her nametag!
Anubis turned to me with determination in his eyes.
"Oh yeah? What if I call her right now? How much do you want to bet she'll still play along? Maybe even ask me on a date?"
Anubis whipped out his phone and started dialing the number, but paused before actually calling her.
I rolled my eyes and chuckled.
"As if she'll pick up. Who says she's not already giving her number to the next blonde asshole that walked into the building?"
I scoff at Anubis, his hands stiff at he looks at his phone and then at me.
ok i decided not to time skip bv i actually wannas ee how this goes
Thoughts flew through my head as I tried to figure out how I could slip by without remembering her name. There was no possible way Jean would tell me. I shook my head, I didn't need to know her name. I just needed to get her to go out with me.
Wait, did I really just say that?
My finger jabbed the call button and I brought the phone up to my ear. I shot a smirk at Jean, and waited.
One ring…. Two… Thre-
"Hello? Blondie?"
I widened my eyes, wondering if she was expecting me. "Red?" I teased. Looking Jean dead in the eyes, I told the waitress, "I'm so sorry, my friend here made a bet that I couldn't curve a pretty girl."
